The first poem I read was one called “A Dumb Idea Enters My Mind.” Of course, it was a dumb idea to even write the poem but since I did I figured I might as well make other people suffer with me. Why should I endure the misery alone? If there’s any consolation to my mediocrity it’s that I can make other people suffer with me. Just make them listen to it at the readings.
Desperate to write
dumb idea enters my mind
must to write it down
must to make others suffer
feel my pain and misery